"In a whip so low, no one's gotta know. Knocking at your door I don't gotta work anymore. You can put your phone down you're gonna need two hands. You can't get enough. Boy you know I set it up, for after dark."
This is a book of boyxboy one shots...
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Or the one where Prince is Erik's next door neighbor and Erik has a thing for having sex in front of his window and Prince has a thing for watching him.
Prince
He's fucking her again.
Her breasts are pressed against the cool glass of the bay window, she claws at the smooth glass, her mouth wide open in no doubt a scream of pleasure. He stands behind her, naked as the day he was born, muscular body on display for me to see. He has a handful of her dark hair, yanking her head back and pressing his mouth to hers as his hips brutally thrusts—back and forth, back and forth, back and forth—pounding her against the window.
I'm watching. I always watch. It's a routine for the two of us, even if he doesn't realize it. I stand at my window, only twenty feet separating my house from his, peering through the curtain and palming myself through my pajama pants, biting my lip and imagining that it's me pressed against the window, his length sliding in and out of me instead of her.
Climaxes are approaching, the man becoming too much for the both of us, her falling apart around him, me coming in my underwear, soaking through to my pajamas with a shaky breath, he reaches the point of no return, no doubt filling the condom with his seed.
I watch the rest play out, soft kisses as they both come down from their orgasmic highs, and when he slips out of her, she walks away from the window, pleased and fulfilled. I watch, eyes falling down to his softening length, even from way over here it looks large—larger than average—the perfect fantasy.
